Although Mu Youxian is in the south, he has not reached the point of being blinded, and he has heard about his father's usurpation before, at that time, although he was sad and disappointed, but his father is both a king and a father, whether he is a son or a minister, he can't say anything, he didn't expect his father to collude with Beiyan!

This...... This has surpassed the bottom line of being a Han Chinese!

Mu Youxian's fists were clenched tightly, the green tendons on the back of his hands were bulging, his eyes were half-drooping, and his eyes were full of sadness.

He was so distraught that he paid no attention to the other two people in the tent.

Yan Zhaolin on the side quietly observed the change in Mu Youxian's expression, and the corners of his mouth pursed a meaningful arc.

Yan Zhaolin has worked with the eldest prince for more than two years, and he has some understanding of the eldest prince's personality, compared to the rumored second prince who is known as a gentleman, the eldest prince is a gentleman.

The eldest prince has a gentle and reasonable personality, and the gentleman is as square as jade, so it is inevitable that he will not be decisive enough, and he will be a little too gentle in doing things, looking forward and backward, and lacking a little bit of the sharpness to open up the territory.

Treat whoever you want, use whatever method you want, Yan Zhaolin has already obtained Feng Yan's permission, and some things are better solved than tearing your face.

Therefore, these news about the emperor's collusion with Beiyan were also deliberately arranged by him to penetrate to the eldest prince at this time.

There is no oil or vinegar added to it.

There was silence in the tent, and you could hear a pin dropping.

Mu Youxian sat there dumbfounded, his right hand trembling slightly uncontrollably. The tea lid on the teacup in front of him slipped to the side in the collision.

Since the fall of the Zhenbei Palace, the situation in the north has been worse than that in the south in the past ten years, and there have been endless wars for many years, and it has finally been peaceful for four years, and the war has been raging again, but Mu Youxian did not expect that all this was a crime committed by his father.

He looked at the red and bright tea soup in the tea cup in a daze, and even his eyes were filled with wisps of ripples.

He is a prince, and he has been much luckier than ordinary soldiers in the past two years or so in the south, he doesn't have to fight at the front line, but even so, he has witnessed the horror of war in the past two and a half years.

He had seen countless casualties on the battlefield, and he himself had almost been killed by stray arrows;

He had seen the ten rooms and nine empty rooms of the cities that had been recovered by Dasheng, and the corpses of the people were stacked into mountains;

He had seen the fleeing people on the march starving to death, and had to be fed by their children;

……

The war has brought great trauma to the south, to the soldiers, and to the people.

Mu Youxian blinked, his pupils were slightly red, and he seemed to be red by the orange-red tea soup.

Again and again, his father let him down.

The blood on Mu Youxian's face faded cleanly, as white as paper, and he felt as if his heart had been broken through many holes......

He didn't know what to do with himself.

At the beginning, before coming to the south, Mu Youxian thought that he would make military achievements, go back and become the support of the concubine and his sister Hanxing, and be able to justifiably ask to marry his beloved, instead of even calculating marriage......

Mu Youxian's eyes couldn't help but appear a slender shadow, and when she looked back and smiled, her smile was bright and refreshing.

The delicate and beautiful face seemed to be engraved in his heart, still so clear, as if it was within reach, but when he really wanted to raise his hand, she became so far away.

Mu Youxian closed his eyes, quite at a loss as time had passed.

Since coming to the south, his thoughts have changed little by little, and more important than the personal relationship of his children is that Dasheng should not have any more wars.

Yan Zhaolin's fingers tapped lightly twice on the table, and the young general glanced at Yan Zhaolin quickly, and then continued: "There is one more thing, before the emperor sent His Royal Highness the Third Prince and Lin Yingtong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, to the north to negotiate peace, Lin Shangshu was killed by the Northern Yan people, and His Royal Highness the Third Prince brought back the Northern Yan people, and asked the emperor to hand over Jun Ran to calm the anger of the Northern Yan people. ”

"It seems that the emperor's side hasn't made a decision yet, but His Royal Highness the Third Prince has been fanning the flames in the court and among the people......"

What the?! Mu Youxian looked at the young general again, and his face became even more ugly.

The young general said that his father "hasn't made a decision yet", which obviously means that his father is moved by this proposal!

There is a father like this, and a brother like this,

Mu Youxian inevitably has a kind of shame for people.

In the past, he always thought that his father had changed little by little over the years, and he was no longer the Ming Jun who was diligent in government affairs, and it was not until now that he knew that his father had never changed.

Eighteen years ago, he killed his brother and seized the throne.

Fourteen years ago, he collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country and framed Zhongliang.

From four and a half years ago to the present, he was wary of King Jian's father and son, and was unwilling to let their father and son go back to the north to guard the border, resulting in the tragic death of King Junji of Jian......

This is simply a joke about the great prosperity of the country and the people of the dawn!

If it weren't for the fact that his father was still in the way during the war, and he was embarrassed in every way, how could Wang Junji of Xianjian die in battle!

Mu Youxian only felt as if there was an invisible cold wind whirring through the hole in his heart......

The young general glanced at Yan Zhaolin again, and when he saw that he made a gesture to signal himself to continue, he continued: "Your Highness, General Yan, these things have been spread to everyone in the north and south of the river, and most of the people and soldiers in the southern states also know about it. ”

"Some people even say that in the war in the south in the past few years, is the emperor doing any deal with people, otherwise, how could Su Yifang and Liang Sicheng, who have always been loyal to Dasheng, take refuge in Nanhuairen?!"

Mu Youchang's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his mouth was filled with thick bitterness, unable to speak.

Yan Zhaolin coldly told the young general: "General Li, pass on my order to the generals in the south, let them pay attention to the mutiny in the military camp and calm the hearts of the people." ”

"Remember, no matter what the cause of the war, we are for the sake of the people."

Mu Youxian came back to his senses and raised his eyes to meet Yan Zhaolin's eyes, "General Yan, what you said is that our battle is for the people of the southern border. ”

Yan Zhaolin picked up the teacup in his hand, blocking the shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as sharp as arrows.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, he will make peace with Liang Sicheng and fight a decisive battle with Nanhuai, and at that time, he will be able to completely integrate the southern border by uniting the three southern states that he has controlled for a while.

Since the emperor issued an edict, the people from Jiangnan to the south have been guided by them step by step, and they have remembered the good of Emperor Chongming.

When Emperor Chongming was there, the tax revenue was half of what it is now;

When Emperor Chongming was there, he punished corrupt officials and ruled Qingming;

When Emperor Chongming was there, there was a Zhenbei Wangfu in the north, and he was at ease, and the south was also peaceful.

In the past year or so, many people have begun to worship the tablet of Emperor Chongming at home, which cannot be hidden, Mu Youxian has long known, but he is ashamed of his brother's murder today, and he has not stopped it, but he should not know.

Yan Zhaolin quietly glanced at Mu Youxian again, now as long as the eldest prince is obedient, the rest of the matter will be much easier.

Mu Youxian was not afraid, but he had a good character, and Yan Zhaolin didn't want to have to attack him.

At this time, Mu Youxian stood up and arched his hand at Yan Zhaolin, "Chief Yan Bing, this palace has taken its leave first." ”

"Your Highness, the last will send your Highness."

Yan Zhaolin got up and sent Mu You out of the gate of the barracks, and watched his back go away.

In the early morning, the weather was slightly cloudy, there was no sunshine, the breeze was blowing, and the military flag with the word "Yan" was blown in the wind, and the corners of Yan Zhaolin's robe were also flying with the wind, with a bit of wildness.

When Yan Zhaolin turned around, General Li was still following him, and the two looked at each other meaningfully and smiled.

Yan Zhaolin and General Li did not return to the central tent before, but went to the school grounds.

At this moment, there was a crowd of people in the school field, and there was an uproar.

Thousands of soldiers gathered there, their faces full of righteous indignation, impassionedly discussing the news they had just heard, and from afar they could hear words such as "secret decree", "emperor", "northern yan", and "framed" in the wind.

The emotions of the crowd became more and more excited, and their eyes were red, just like the undulating surface of the river, and the noise was endless.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "General Yan is here!" ”

Like a thunderclap on the ground, the school yard quickly fell silent, and the eyes of those soldiers all looked in the direction of Yan Zhaolin.

Under the scorching gaze of everyone, Yan Zhaolin still raised his head and chest, and his steps were like flying.

His face was grim, and his gaze was sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, with a terrifying killing aura.

This is a kind of momentum that can only be tempered by life and death on the battlefield, and these soldiers under his command can't help but hold their breath.

Although Yan Zhaolin had not yet given the order, those soldiers had already moved spontaneously, and they were well-trained to stand in a neat phalanx, as if they were measured with a ruler, and their bodies were as straight as the red tassel spears.

Yan Zhaolin strode up to the high platform on the north side of the school field, his left hand on the scabbard at his side, standing with his chest straight, looking down at the soldiers below.

"General Yan," a bearded commander roared at the top of his voice, his eyes widened angrily, "The emperor is so absurd, collaborating with the enemy and treason, what does it mean for us to protect our family and defend the country!" ”

His words seemed to stir up a thousand waves with one stone, and the other soldiers were also infected, and the crowd was indignant.

One by one, they shouted and expressed their hearts:

"Yes, General Yan, we really don't want to end up like King Xianjian, we soldiers fought in front, but we were stabbed from behind!"

"The villain's cousin and uncle died in the north twelve years ago, and ended up dead with no corpse and no incense! They didn't deserve to die! ”

"Yes! How many soldiers have died on the battlefield on our border are for the country and the king, but this 'gentleman' is simply a shameless and immoral villain! ”

"We owe allegiance to a traitorous emperor, that's still not a lackey! Maybe in the end, I will help him betray the country! ”

“……”

The young soldiers all wrote the resentment and disapproval in their hearts on their faces, each of them flushed, their eyes bloodshot, their voices hoarse, and their expressions could not hide their confusion.

What are they throwing their heads and spilling their blood here for?

Suddenly, an old helmet was slammed to the ground by someone, followed by a scabbard that fell to the ground with a "clang".

Many people's eyes subconsciously looked at the owner of the helmet.

It was a young player.

After removing the helmet, his still somewhat childish face became clear, his face was angular, his hair was a little messy, a few strands of hair scattered on his cheeks, and his eyes were full of tears.

He probably wasn't even sixteen years old.

At this age, he should have accepted the favor of his parents and elders at home and started his marriage for him, but the reality is that he has to stand on this battlefield where there is today and no tomorrow.

"I ...... I'm not fighting! I want to go home! ”

The young boy sat directly on the ground, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and cried loudly, like a wronged child.

The surroundings fell silent unconsciously, and everyone else looked at him silently, and some of them had red eyes.

Who wants to fight, who doesn't want to go home!

"Smack!"

Another threw away the scabbard in his hand, followed by a second, and then a third...... Or even hundreds.

Yan Zhaolin looked around at the soldiers below, at this moment, they were like defeated soldiers, they had lost their sharpness, and they were like travelers who were lost in the fog.

"Brothers, look at Qianzhou, look at this Dianzhou, if this battle is not fought, do we still have a home?" Yan Zhaolin asked loudly.

The soldiers were speechless, as if their throats had been choked by something.

Others don't understand the horror of war, but they are the soldiers who fight on the battlefield are the most clear, since the Soviet side led the Nanhuai people into the customs, these years, Qianzhou, Dian Zhou has long been homeless, many cities in ten rooms and nine empty, the surviving people are mostly fleeing to other states.

In today's southern border, no one has died in any family!

Yan Zhaolin impassionedly continued: "If you don't fight, that is to ask for peace, that is to beg for mercy at the enemy's knife, what is the use!" ”

"We are guarding the border, not for the emperor, but for the people, and for the great prosperity of the country."

Yan Zhaolin spoke loudly.

It's quieter inside the school grounds.

None of these thousands of soldiers abandoned their armor and swords, but no one echoed them.

Everyone's eyes looked straight at Yan Zhaolin on the high platform, as if time had stopped at this moment.

They knew that what Yan Zongbing said was not unreasonable, but it was-

I feel aggrieved!

Those of them who don't know a single person still know the country and the people, but the person who is high in the Jinluan Palace is so shameless that he has no bottom line!

"General Yan," the commander shouted again, "it's we who drive the Nanhuai people out, and that faint king may sell the Nanjing the next day!" In the past, there was the unjust death of the Zhenbei Wangfu and the Xianjian King, and next, isn't the faint monarch afraid that General Yan will support the army and respect himself? ! ”

"In the coming day, it's not like I'm going to repeat the tragedy of the North!"

Hearing this, Yan Zhaolin raised his head and laughed, the laughter was thick, and the wind echoed on the school field, making those soldiers all confused.

Moments, laughter stopped.

Yan Zhaolin said again: "That faint monarch has no virtue, it is not orthodox in the first place, and it is time to retreat, so as to 'set things right'." ”

The soldiers below were even more confused, if they didn't listen to Yan Zhaolin's last half of the sentence, they would almost think that Yan Zhaolin wanted a yellow robe and planned to rebel.

But what Yan Zhaolin said was to "set things right".

If you want to say "orthodox", then it is Mu's, that is......

There is a name that is about to come out of their hearts, can it be said-

"Emperor Chongming still has an heir!"

Yan Zhaolin said bluntly, affirming the speculation in the hearts of these soldiers.

"Mu Jianming, the faint monarch, has plotted Dasheng and usurped the throne for so many years, and it is time to retreat!" Yan Zhaolin's voice became slower and slower, with a firm and resolute determination that he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Emperor Chongming still has an heir!

This thought echoed in everyone's ears like a thunderbolt from the sky, only to make everyone's ears buzz, and there was a sense of unreality like a dream.

On the day of the forced palace eighteen years ago, didn't the queen of Emperor Chongming give birth to a stillborn child?!

In other words, that child has already been stolen and turned into a phoenix...... He survived!

Then the Dasheng royal family has orthodoxy!

Thinking of this, the faces of those soldiers who were originally like ashes gradually bloomed, and a cluster of hopes ignited in their gloomy eyes, and the cold blood boiled again, full of pride.

Dasheng hasn't reached the point of destruction yet, as long as they pull that faint king down from the dragon chair, Dasheng still has hope!

The soldiers below all looked up at Yan Zhaolin on the high platform and looked up at the sky in the north.

The sky was still gloomy, but behind the layers of clouds, there was a faint glimmer of morning light that broke through the thick clouds and brought dawn.

It's another day and it's begun.